4 comments/ 9929 views/ 2 favorites Thank You By: boredbody08 I am such a lucky girl, 20 and already set for life. I knew there was a good reason I was so attracted to National Geographic. See, my grandparents passed away, and unbeknownst to everyone had decided to leave their only granddaughter a boatload of cash. How much money it's indecent to say but enough that I was able to buy a large 3 bedroom house with a full finished basement complete with private movie theater and fit the roof with enough solar panels to light up the whole neighborhood during Christmas. The house being on the outskirts of town meant there was sweet, clean well water - so there are virtually no bills whatsoever. Oh, I pay someone to pick up my trash, and I buy food, pay my phone bill, TV and internet but all that's a mere pittance and comes to not even a sixth of the interest I make on my accounts. Plus the house is totally paid off so I'm more than living comfortably. I hadn't expected any of that, I was living with my parents, destitute with no hope of college and anything more than a fast food job and minimum wage the rest of my life; a friend with benefits who was slightly more pathetic than I was to take my mind off my misery, and more worthless junk than you can shake a stick at. All that changed so abruptly and I can't say I'm sorry in the slightest. So, I lived in my house on my own for the first time. I bought sparse, modern furniture and a few high end high tech gadgets so I could listen to music anywhere in the house. The most comfortable bed in the world and beautiful bedding was my first gift to my self, and my pet parrot Kiwi got one of the larger bedrooms as his own and I turned it into a virtual mini-rainforest for him, and I was finally able to afford a real avian vet for my birdie boy which made my heart sing. All the while I continued to see my friend with benefits and didn't say a word to him about how my life hand changed. I liked him well enough, but he was determined to be an asshole to me as I once was to him when he wanted to date me years before. That was about to change as well though. He lost his job, got pissed, got depressed and didn't know what he was going to do; he honestly thought he was a failure. I felt somewhat superior for about a nanosecond but then I realized that I actually had an opportunity to do some good. I invited him to pick me up not at my parents' house, but at my house one night not long after, and when he came to the door I invited him in and told him. At first he was angry, seeing my success as more proof he was lousy and he was a bit annoyed I lied to him. Eventually he was mesmerized by my charms, and by that I mean the big screen in the basement, and we settled down to watch Clerks. He told me he was moving back in with his parents, I gave him a tour of my house; he told me he was broke but looking for a job desperately and hoped to move out on his own again, I told him when he could afford it to give me a call, I might consider a room mate. We had sex and soon as I came, I kicked him out and didn't hear from him again for 3 weeks. ************************ He found a job! Working days at the local Denny's as a bus boy, which made me giggle silently but I was glad none the less. The tremor in his voice was almost cute as he asked if I'd really meant what I said about a room mate and how much would rent be and when could he move in? "Well, rent is 275$ a month - less than half what you paid to live in that last dump [it really was, the ceiling was falling in and there was no heat or air conditioning] so I think that's fair - all utilities included but obviously you've got to pay your own cell bill, yeah I think I do want a room mate, and you can move in as soon as you've got the first month's rent." "Great, but can I bring my cat?" "Of course you can, tell you what why don't you stop by Monday after work and we can talk about your cat and how we're going to keep her and Kiwi apart and getting you moved in and figure all this out ok?" "That's perfect, I get my first check that Friday, and I'll give you a call before I come over ok?" "Alright, bye." I had to get to work fast, it was already 1pm Friday, I called up a lawyer and had a rental agreement drafted to be picked up first thing Monday morning. I made a few stops at various places and ordered several things for the until recently empty spare bedroom to be delivered Monday morning, and stopped by the local computer store for a router and a cabinet so I could move my laptop out of the office in the basement (boys will be boys and I didn't feel like cleaning cum off my keyboard) and called my bank to go pick up the paperwork. What paperwork? I'll get to that bit a while later! I worked all weekend, cleaning the house top to bottom especially the main bathroom and the one off my bedroom. I wanted the house spotless when he came on Monday, a bit of pride on my part as well as to set an example. I swept and cleaned the spare bedroom and decided to paint it a nice deep red color with non toxic all natural clay based paints, one of his favorite colors too. The weekend went by rather quickly and ended with a hectic Monday morning running errands and directing delivery people but by 3pm everything was arranged and the front of the house looked the same, albeit cleaner, as the first visit he made. He called, punctual as ever on his way from work, he was going to his parents to eat and shower and would be by at 4:30, I okay'd it and settled down to some music and a nice mixed drink so I would be good and relaxed for what was to come. The doorbell rang what seemed like a second later, it was him and he was ready to talk, so talking is what I allowed him to do. He sat and so earnestly described to me how he would keep everything clean and clean up after his cat I wouldn't even know she was there and on and on. He described how if I wanted alcohol it was no big deal he would go get it for me and continued on in that vein. Finally I stopped him and laid down the following ground rules based on how I figured things would really turn out, not the "oh momma I promise if you get me that puppy..." version he was spinning me: 1. Clean up after yourself, you must clean all the bathrooms once a week and stock them with toilet paper and fresh towels every day. Do all the laundry, and keep your cat's litterbox clean at all times - that means scooping it every single day, because it's a potential health hazard to Kiwi if the bacteria are tracked into his room. You're also in charge of cleaning the theater and keeping your jiz cleaned off the computer desk. I'll help you with the theater; do the kitchen and my room, and the living room and dining room. I want your room clean at all times, don't throw laundry on the floor, make your bed and change the sheets once a week at least, if you make a mess clean it up. You're also responsible for any messes your friends make while they're here - if they puke on it, set it on fire, pee on it, or spill anything on it you need to clean it or pay for a new one. 2. No smoking in the basement, bedrooms, bathrooms, or kitchen - that means you're only allowed to smoke in the living room but until I get tired of the white curtains that room is also off limits - I'll show you the garage, it's heated and there are comfortable chairs out there, so for now that's the only place smoking is allowed. Pot smoking is allowed out there, but that brings me to rule #3. 3. No smoking pot or drinking with or even bringing anyone into my house that isn't of legal age - and by that I mean 21, me being exempt. That's grounds for immediate ass kicking. Also, no allowing of your pot smoking friends to deal drugs in my house, and if I find a stash of anything someplace stupid like the kitchen - it's MINE and no I will not pay for it. If I walk in on you smoking the least you can do is offer to share, I'll probably turn you down but I still want the offer, it shows proper respect. 4. While I'm on the topic of your friends, I know there are several out of town friends who stay with you occasionally, if it's a special circumstance like your birthday they're allowed to stay 6 days at the most; regular weeks you just want to party let's keep it down to 4-5 and they damn well better pick up after themselves otherwise I'm ok with it. No I repeat NO girls are allowed to stay more than overnight 1(once) per week and I don't want to see them leaving in the morning(heaven help them if they stay past 8am) or I'll do horrible, horrible things to who ever it is and make her cry and never come back. If I hear you fucking all the way across the house, it's an invitation to join, if she's ugly see the previous statement about girls who stay too long. Just keep those things in mind. 5. Your friends are your friends, not mine, and I respect that and won't intrude, but they also need to be respectful of my space. You don't have to walk on eggshells but keep the noise down, occasionally an invitation to smoke or watch a movie with y'all if you don't mind my company wouldn't be a bad thing, if they piss me off I'll ban them from the house. Mostly I'll stay out of your way when you've got company; likewise I expect the same when I do. The previous rules about girls and guys apply to me as well, just to be fair. Unless I know your friend well, do not ever leave someone alone in the house and go to work or leave - ever. I'll tell you which people I think are ok or not, this is my home too and I feel safe here and I know you'll understand how that can be a bit of a creepy unpleasant issue so I don't want to ever have to deal with it other than this one warning. 6. Pay your rent on time. 7. Don't sass me. I own the house and I care about you but major disruptions to my life or putting Kiwi in danger (by the way there's a list of things that are dangerous to Kiwi you need to initial and sign) or not caring for your cat or not paying your rent or doing your share in the house are all things I take far too seriously and I won't hesitate to kick you out for. I'll always do my best to be fair and talk to you if there's a problem, likewise you need to do the same, and if you are going to move out I need a month's notice. "And that's all folks. I've got a stack of shit for you to sign, a basic lease agreement stating you're responsible for any damage caused by you or your cat or guests, your rent and when it's due, that you understand and agree to abide by the rules of the house, etcetera. Then there's the paper that outlines all the stuff that's toxic to Kiwi and shouldn't be in the house ever, and your cat too actually, read each line and initial it then sign and date the bottom. There's a copy of this posted on the fridge for reference, plus the house rules, what I talked about were just the basics sign and initial those you get a copy too. A few more things, just copies of stuff for taxes and whatnot, just sign here - here - here - here, OK! Done; let's go view your room." "My room; why do I need to see it I've already seen it haven't I?" "You have, but I thought since it would be a pain in the ass to move a bunch of stuff in and out of the house that I'd go ahead and include furniture, I think you'll like it and if you don't I can return the stuff." I show him the blood red room, with the dark wood floors and the queen sized bed with new blood red matching linens and allergen free pillows, the desk, flat screen TV with wall mount stereo and space for his video game consol, and custom storage in the huge walk in closet with a nice lidless hamper, the intentionally bare walls so he's got room to put up his much loved posters... I know this guy, and his astonished and peaceful facial expression said I'd chosen perfectly. Oh, and the ceiling height cat jungle gym hiding behind the door didn't fail to bring a smile to his face. He comes over to me, gives me a light, but passionate kiss and before you can turn around twice and say, "Twiddledi-di" we're naked, fucking in the new bed. It was a long day, I was slightly drunk and somewhat tired from all the excitement and before I knew what happened I woke up in his bed, he cuddled up against me sound asleep, it was 2 am. I slipped out of bed without waking him went and got myself a tall glass of soy milk. Then I went to take care of Kiwi who was a bit irate about having his dinner delivered so late. Once done I showered, picked up the papers in the living room and filed them away and crawled into my bed truly content. I awoke to a beautiful afternoon, sans my new house pet. Hoping he'd gotten up in time to go to work, which was almost a certainty since he made his bed, I went through my daily stuff, took care of Kiwi, cleaned, cooked lunch, got on the internet and finished my small amount of homework for the online class I was taking... and he called punctual as ever to ask, "Did last night really happen?" "What? Did a wonderful girl just invite you to move into her beautiful home for next to nothing in rent, set you up in a luxurious suite, and have passionate sex with you?" "Ha, yeah that, it was fantastic. I was wondering would it be alright if I go ahead and move in this week?" "Do you have your rent yet?" "No but I get paid on Friday, its only four days early!" "No, I'm sorry, I might be able to make an exception for half of your rent, until Friday when you pay the rest but I cannot allow you to move in for free." "Ok, let me see what I can do, would tonight be ok if I do get the rent?" "Tonight would be fine, come on over if you do." Sure enough, two hours later the doorbell rings and it's Him, with $150 in hand, most likely borrowed from his mom, ready with his clothes, cat, video games and computer to move on in. His cat has to stay in his room for the day it'll take for the cat proof animal gates to arrive so I can safely section off Kiwi's room and the living room where Kiwi's play stand is from hungry kitty paws. That's ok, he gets settled in, we order pizza and watch TV, and talk a lot. I have him read out loud to me the house rules twice, as well as show him the various in and outs of the house. I'm not a control freak but for instance simple pine-sol can't be used in the house because the fumes are deadly to birds, as are air fresheners and scented candles so I had to go over all that stuff very carefully and explain about the cleaning routine. He soaks all this in marvelously; seemingly sincere and interested in knowing what it takes to care for a bird, because I know he really does love animals I know that Kiwi, at least, will likely be safe even if my sofas aren't. The ultimate reward for all this is getting to meet Kiwi and play with him, Kiwi learning his name, and more sex. This time I don't fall asleep and instead head directly to the shower and my own bedroom after saying and receiving in return a, "Thank you." ***************************************** Things are turning out marvelously, the sex, learning, and ease continues for a week. The only hiccup being suddenly aware of the smell of smoke which I followed to the living room only to find one of his friends has on his first visit to the house lit up a joint in exactly the wrong place while He was in the bathroom. I make it very clear how wrong a choice that is, and the friend hastily apologizes and moves to the garage. After that I post a small wooden No Smoking Thanks sign on the front door and no one else makes the same mistake. ***************************************** A whole 6 months go by perfectly, the bathrooms are always stocked and cleaned, more often than not my dinner is cooked for me, the laundry is done well and put away perfectly - something I didn't require. The house is mostly quiet except on Friday and Saturday nights and then it's always a happy noise and not rowdiness and drama. Kiwi has become a little social butterfly, most of the people who come to the house have been accepted into the flock and even those that haven't admire Kiwi. As it turns out the cat is afraid of Kiwi so they can be in the same room together supervised without trouble and I trust Him to do the supervising now. I kept my word about not intruding, I decided to take on a few more classes so most evenings I spend doing homework. Only once I went and had a few drinks and watched a movie with the group - it was fun. There were lots of jokes made about me being a "ghost" because they really do hardly ever see me, and my pale complexion doesn't help. The sex, what can I say about the sex, after the first week I got tired of choking on pubic hair so I set Him up shaving, and he took to it without complaint and I am very happy. We still haven't had sex in my room, the master suite yet, sometimes I giggle at the irony but he seems not to notice, seems happy. As time goes on we both express things, adventurous things we've always secretly wanted to try but never have and we try those things, so far there haven't been any major disappointments either. ******************************** A whole year has gone by, we've tried just about everything we can possibly think of sexually - bondage, spanking, play piercing, multiple partners of both genders, every position and way you can thing of, sensations, toys, it's wonderful and we talk and giggle about it freely. The house is still clean, I cook more now because I realized He was a bit out of his element the 8th time I had spaghetti in less than a month but he's learning really well. He enrolled in a cooking class without even telling me and now he's starting to teach ME things. Surprisingly he's kept his Denny's job, his longest job ever held. He doesn't seem to mind it and it gives him the flexibility and money to do what he wants and he seems happy, as am I. He spends most of his evenings at home stretched out on the couch next to me, Kiwi on his chest and his cat curled up on my lap using my boobs as a pillow. Sometimes I think it's weird that we haven't had an argument yet - not a single one over anything. I feel lucky I met such an even tempered guy and he's my room mate, he did get annoyed with me when I bailed out of going to a concert with him, but I didn't want to go. I don't leave the house much anymore and I wasn't feeling well and in the end I said I was sorry and he brought me back a T-shirt, so it was forgotten, but definitely not a true argument. A few weeks back there was one weird incident, it was Christmas evening and we finished setting up the Christmas tree, had dinner and handed out gifts to the animals and each other. When it was all said and done I was so sleepy I stretched and was about to excuse myself and go to bed when he said, "It's Christmas, don't you want some company tonight?" His tone was so confusing, he almost seemed mad at me. I didn't know what to make of it and must have shown how confused I was because he stood and gave me a sweet hug and a kiss on my forehead and dropped the subject. I figured he wanted sex, but I was so tired and it was an unspoken rule that whenever someone had had a particularly tiring day or set of days, like when I had my exams or he works overtime that the other person leaves you alone unless you invite them... he must not have realized how tired I was is all. Since then things have been normal, friends over on the weekend, though he rarely smokes anymore and drinks even less often, sex and giggles, caring for the animals, watching movies. I finished my classes and now I work freelance doing stuff over the internet. I don't have to but it's creative fun work and it makes me happy, so I barely ever leave the house, not that I could leave Kiwi by himself and where would I go anyways. I'm totally content with my life as it is. I really enjoy my days alone and my quiet evenings. I think I might turn a spare area of the basement into a library or reading area, maybe he'll help me. Thank You ********************** It's been nearly two years and he's now the manager of Denny's, which is pretty good time wise, the other manager was retiring after thirty odd years and choose Him as her replacement. I'm still doing freelance design work most days and it's flourished into a real business but it still doesn't take up too much of my time - that's reserved for Kiwi. I looked back and realized that outside of the few people we invited to have sex as a threesome I haven't had one-on-one sex with anyone, and neither has he since he moved in, I think this year for my birthday I'll go out and meet someone new. We still have sex nearly every day, though never in my bed or bedroom, and it's good, passionate and surprising. It's become a game to see who can surprise who, I like to sneak up on him when he's showering or doing laundry most of all but sometimes I wait a little while after he's gone to bed and crawl in with him. Sex between us has evolved, sometimes we don't actually have sex but rather tease each other for a few hours and then I retire to my room, but always with the, "Thank you." given and received. I got my library he took an entire weekend off to help me build it, and Kiwi got a large outdoor aviary to spend his days in. Oh, and his friends have either matured, or they're scared because even when they stay for the weekend they pick up after themselves and don't bring bar sluts back to the house. ************************** I knew this day would come; he came to me and asked for money, it may have taken nearly four years but it happened. The Denny's is for sale and he wants to buy it. I have faith that he can run it properly and I'm so glad I got that paperwork. I'm not ready to tell him yet, because the amount he's asking for is more than what is saved but I'm going to go ahead and tell him anyways I guess. "I sort of lied to you, have been lying to you." "About what?" "Your rent is actually only $75 - your half of the cable, internet, and trash bills, that night you came over and signed the papers - remember - one of the papers I had you sign that you didn't look at was a consent to open an account form, the extra $200 you've given me every month all this time has gone into that account with your name on it. The money is yours I was going to keep it a secret until you decided you wanted to move out so that you could buy a house or at least get a decent apartment and not have to worry about things. I hope you aren't mad." "Wait, what? That's nearly 10 grand!" he said wonderingly, stunned for a second, and then gleefully laughed and gave me a big hug. "You aren't mad then?" "No way! This is literally the best thing anyone's ever done for me, with that money and what my parents are willing to lend I've got more than enough." "I'm so happy for you; I know you'll do great!" So is it spoken, so shall it be; he bought the restaurant and runs it quite well with a little coaching from his dad. I am happy that he's happy, and he's got more free time and has decided to go to a culinary arts school part time. We had our first mini-argument, over the rent and the two hundred dollars a month. For some daffy reason he wanted to pay me back still, but I convinced him otherwise and agreed to take the $200 from all future rent checks and actually keep it, "hem, little does he know he signed an agreement for TWO accounts." I don't have any idea when he's going to need the next money, but it'll be there just in case. Sometimes he gets this strange look in his eyes, and at first he asked, "Why? Why'd you invite me here, why'd you... how?" and I would smile and say, "Because you're my friend." Always getting the same answer finally got him to stop asking, it was a strange question even I can't really answer to tell the truth. *************************************** Five years is a long time, and I think I've done something horribly wrong. Once again it was Christmas, neither of us obviously forgot what he said Christmas several years ago but I was still clueless as to what he meant and not really thinking of it consciously anymore. This was the first year we spent the days leading up to Christmas together and he invited me to his parents' house, and my parents for some reason wanted Him to come to ours. So we celebrated three Christmas' this year, the third being our own quiet private Christmas with the pets. Gladly He didn't say anything weird, it was a beautiful day with snow and pumpkin pie, and I was in heaven. Again, I went to retire after a night of movies and a lengthy popcorn ball fight with Kiwi in the middle; He simply said a sweet goodnight. I showered, changed, and crawled into bed and settled down to sleep. Not long after I felt the bed move, and Him sliding in behind me - for the very first time. He was warm and he slipped an arm around me and settled down peacefully, there were no advances on his part, just simply held me. I could feel his even breathing and his heart beating and his warmth enveloping me and for some reason I found it intolerable. I started crying, I mean profoundly sobbing and I know not where that emotion came from. As soon as I realized I wasn't going to get control of myself I slid out of his grasp, ran and locked myself in my bathroom. When I finally came out he was gone from my room and I was distraught that he was, but also relieved. I took a sleeping pill and went to bed. The next morning I woke up foggy from the pill, got up, showered, and dressed - he was in the basement doing laundry and half watching a movie. I said good morning and he returned my greeting and that's the only words we said to one another all day. This continued, I asked him to help me take down the Christmas decorations and he did pleasantly, we went through our daily routine as normal. He left for two days to go visit friends for new years and I took care of the animals while he was gone. When he returned things were normal, but not. At dinner that evening he told me he was giving notice to move out. I didn't ask why, I didn't really care at that point I was confused and upset and just wanted to work and sleep and not think about things and get back to how things were. I was a little angry that he had chosen to break a barrier that had stood for so many years, and why did he do it? I was glad he was moving away, things were perfect for five years and now they were obviously ruined anyhow so moving out was the best solution. I was a mess, but acting quite normal. The month leading up to his move we didn't have sex, for the first time in years. I said goodbye to the crazy cat, Kiwi said goodbye to her though he really didn't understand what was happening. It was stressful on Kiwi but not I, I just tried to stay out of the way. The day finally came; I was in the kitchen drinking a glass of soymilk, Kiwi on his perch next to the table. He came in and Kiwi called out to him, He scratched Kiwi and said the silly little things he always said and then looked at me and said, "Thank you." That was it, he turned and left, I didn't cry, though Kiwi did. It was hard to hear my beloved birdie boy pine for Him and I found myself avoiding him and avoiding His room. It only took me a few days to realize how unhealthy and unhappy I was, so I called my vet and thankfully he knew someone who would parrot sit Kiwi, someone very kind and experienced. I went to visit my parents and ask them to look after my house while I was on vacation and they seemed stunned that He had moved out. My mom questioned me, "Just like that? No forwarding addresses, nothing - he moved out?" "Yeah mom, I mean he was nearing 30, he owns his own business and I know he didn't really need a roommate anymore, in fact it was astonishing he stayed so long. I'm glad he's gone, I'm looking forward to my vacation." "But..." "But WHAT!?" "Nothing..." I gave her a look, and she said, "He wanted to keep it a surprise, he didn't - he was going to ask you to marry him. Didn't he?" I sat quietly for a minute, and then said in measured tones, "I always knew he was a bit silly, no, he didn't ask me, and if he had I would have said no. He was my roommate and friend, that's all." ************************************ My week's vacation turned into 7 months; there are some really great people and some really great drugs in Bali. The climate is beautiful, the people are beautiful, everything is beautiful. Finally I realized I was spending far too much money, had lost far too much weight, and needed to stop or I was never coming back to the states, at least not breathing. I said tearful goodbyes to all my friends, loaded several suitcases with all the fantastic jewelry and clothes that I'd collected, and headed home. The plane trip was uneventful. My reunion, however, was not. My parents had apparently panicked when they realized I was high as a kite and somewhere far beyond their reach, but hadn't openly breached this conversation on the phone with me, instead their strange minds decided to call Him and his parents and keep them up to date on the situation and I heard not a whisper of this. So I went to see Kiwi, and he had had a rough time but was ok thanks to the great vet and unlimited funds to care for him. I left him with the bird sitter until I was ready to resume his care, whenever that would be. I only called my parents to let them know I was ok and back home, I left a message saying how tired I was and I would visit in a day or two. I had barely had time to set my suitcases down, pee, and start opening the dusty curtains when both He and my parents pulled up and strode to the door looking anxious. Of course the sight of me gone half wild, my hair in dreads and dressed in strange clothes with several new piercing and a tattoo still grungy from lack of a hot shower for months and thin as a rail was probably a bit of a shock. "Hello." I said with a grin, somewhat happy to see some familiar faces even though I knew trouble was brewing. My mom was first to go off, "Don't 'hello' us, do you have any idea how worried I've been about you! How worried we've all been, not knowing where you were anything could have..." her tirade was broken by a long sob from my father and he sat down heavily on the front stairs. I felt a twinge of something, but then took control of the situation. "I appreciate your concern, I know you love me mother but I'm 26, which is old enough to know when I've had enough and what my limits are. I'm sorry if I scared you but I'm home now and plan on staying home for quite some time, so won't you all please come in and have a seat?" "Really, c'mon, it's ok, I'm home and I've got a lot of fun stories to tell you and you need to hear because nothing bad happened to me while I was gone - not one bad thing." My father needed another few minutes but then pulled himself together, my mother seemed mad still and I hadn't heard a word outta Him yet. We sat down; I offered everyone a glass of water and started talking. I talked about the lighter things, the differences, the language, the food, the clothes first, then the poverty and corruption of the government and the destruction of the environment in the area. I talked about my friends and how I helped at a parrot rehab center for a few months and what a great experience it was... my parents didn't know about that. They always called on the weekend when I was e-tarded and out of my mind, so that did a lot to soothe their nerves. Slowly we started joking, my father made some rather racist remarks about my hair and clothes and new tan, and He made some of his own. We ended up ordering pizza and talking for the evening then my parents excused themselves, they had to go home and take care of their pets. I was a bit anxious when I saw that he didn't get up to go, but soothed my ruffled feathers and waited to see what would happen. Surely he wasn't going to start talking about what happened, please no..."About what happened, I don't understand it, but I think I made a rash decision in moving out -" I cut him off, "It doesn't matter it's in the past, and I know what happened and moving out was exactly the right thing for you to do. We lived together for five years and had sex - supposedly the most intimate act that a person can experience - and it was intimate and beautiful and our time together was beautiful but the whole time I held you at arms length because... because that's what was most comfortable, maybe not always what I wanted, but it was comfortable and what I needed and so when you came in and tried to be honestly out rightly affectionate it was too much for me to handle, I denied myself the pleasure of deep affection between us. I like to think with each other we found other ways of expressing our love - yeah, love, don't look at me like that - than cuddles and kisses and it was mature and beautiful and perfect and playful and yes, in some weird way I still thought of you as only my room mate and my old fuck buddy even though my feelings changed - once again because it was comfortable. So I'm guilty of wanting to be comfortable, and not talking to you about stuff, and being afraid and not giving you credit for growing up and not being the asshole you once were, so instead I'm the asshole. Tell me though - were you scared like my parents?" "Nope, not in the slightest, I knew you'd come back." and he grinned, and I hit him but not too hard and called him an asshole. "So, when are you moving back in? I haven't cleaned a bathroom in years almost haven't seen one in a year, and I don't think I can get used to that again..." and he called me a bitch, and smacked my ass then gave me a big kiss. And we lived happily together, Kiwi and the crazy cat came back to live with us, and Kiwi was very happy to see Him again. He keeps joking about marriage and I keep telling him dropping acid together is as 'married' as we're going to get. Oh, and now when his friends come over I'm not afraid to go talk to them and sit with them in the living room... apparently all his friends changed their earlier appraisal of me, that they don't like me, and I feel really welcome. And yes, sometimes I let him sleep in my room. Thank You Before I belonged to you, I felt lost. I felt as though I was misunderstood and alone in my desires and I did not fully comprehend my own needs. I found myself in a position where I was always serving others, cherishing their happiness and experiencing peace with having catered to another's wants. I prided myself in the devotion and creativity I utilized to bring pleasure to another, however, there were few times if any where my efforts were appreciated. I slipped into a series of self damaging decisions which destroyed my self respect and self worth. I had told myself that if I withheld my heart from others, that I would protect myself from being hurt. In the absence of my heart, my body became a cold, empty shell and my lovers used me as they would any lifeless object without any emotional connection or concern. I found myself yearning for something I could not identify. I was consumed by my craving for genuine love and understanding and appreciation, but my hopes for it caused an intolerable ache in my chest. It was as though I was lying there, curled up to preserve any emotional strength I had left in me, my pain pouring out like a flood through my tears, and you knelt down and held me tenderly. You saved me from my despair and my loneliness by giving me a home. You showed me a life where my fantasies were not only accepted, but indulged. Never have I tasted such passion or felt a heat that burned through my veins. For the first time, I felt truly loved for everything that I am. I had spent so much of my life striving to be someone better than I am, and never recognizing who I was or acknowledging that I was good enough. You opened my eyes to cherish the woman that I am. It is because of you that I accept that I am a true gift; a person who is genuine, passionate and giving. It is only out of feeling your unconditional love for me that I have been able to allow myself to experience the depths of our emotional journey. It is purely a result of feeling completely safe, protected and cherished by you that I have relinquished any composure and permitted myself to be vulnerable in your arms. I have whole heartedly surrendered my power to you, because I trust you to hold my soul to love, educate, and strengthen. Never have I yearned to serve another as deeply as I do you. You have a natural dominant will that bends me, and pulls me to my knees to submit to you. I feel like I have found my home, resting my head on your lap, kneeling beside you. It is indescribable how safe and free I feel with you. You have indulged me in sensations I had never even dreamed about. I have loved every kiss of your whip, every bite of your mouth and even your powerful hand across my face. My flesh is yours to manipulate and torture. I have been brought from the depths of unbearable pain to the heights of mind melting pleasure at your hand. My body craves your touch to such an extreme that I weep for you. When you touch me, a feeling of warmth and comfort melts over my body and I feel like I am where I belong. Words can not articulate enough my gratitude for the life you have bestowed upon me. With you, I feel more alive, and I am soothed by my understanding and acceptance of who I am. The connection that I have with you is truly a rare gift that I will always cherish. I often think of you and our times together, twisted and loving, sadistic and passionate, and smile warmly. I have treasured the opportunity to grow and learn with you, and share experiences that have impacted my life in such a powerful and positive way. It has truly been an honor to serve you, and be graced by your intense and seductive manner. Thank you for allowing me to touch your heart, as you have truly warmed mine. I only hope that I have allowed you the incredible freedom to be your true self and indulge in your soul's secret desires as you have done for me. The happiest moments of my life have been being owned by you. You have showed me true love, deep passion, aching need and genuine acceptance and understanding which is truly precious and extraordinary. I thank you, with all that I am, for dominating me, and I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to surrender my mind, my body and my soul to you as your loving and devoted submissive. To my lover, my friend, and my darling Dominant; thank you for everything that you are and all that you have given me. your loving kitten Thank You Baby girl thanks daddy in a special way. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (3.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Thank You! I will never forget the evening, it was mid summer, the place Las Vegas Nevada, under a starlit night on the patio, by our pool and hot tub . He had been away too long for me to remember, but when the day finally came, it seemed to me like only yesterday we parted. Your plane arrived on schedule, taking a nap to restore vital energy along the way, you depart the plane no longer feeling as tired as you did earlier in the evening, but instead ready to embrace the restless urges built up inside, after a long separation from your lover and wife. Arriving home on schedule with more than you left with -- one hell of a raging hard on demanding more of your self control than you had ever experienced in the past -- "Down Boy, soon -- very soon." As always, expecting your arrival, the front door has been unlocked, so upon entry your eyes adjust to the soft lighting and your ears to soft music in the background -- a glass of wine awaits you along with a card that says "Thank You", nothing more than just "Thank You" -- you begin by calling out my name and notice that I am out by the pool, under the stars with only a pair of heels on -- I beckon for you to join me .. each of us beside ourselves, to be in each others embrace, waste no time in our eagerness to close the distance between us -- we embrace with our entire bodies -- lips, chest, arms, legs and the essence of our sex. With no need for foreplay, we both have waited a long time -- you begin to strip off your clothes as I walk you to a chair. Drinking your wine, your eyes are full of me as I slowly begin to pour wine over my body, as your eyes follow the ripples downward. I place my legs through the arms on the chair and straddle myself over your body as you commence to lick the wine, that your eyes had just moments before followed. Your cock is enlarged and eager, as I slowly bring myself down, and over, engulfing all you have offered up -- squeezing and riding you to the edge and back, now the time has come for both of us, there are no words to define release, the feelings indescribable, no voice could ever capture the true essence of our happiness.... Welcome Home, I've Missed You! "Why the Thank You?," you ask, and I answer "For Loving Me The Way You Do .... Thank You" As they sit there embracing each other, tongues darting in and out at each other... they realize the greatness of their love, and the ebbing tide of their love making, subsides. She returns to her seat, the juices of their love, dripping from her pussy.. they drink more wine, the ice is now getting low, so she rises and saunters so sexily to the kitchen.... he watches the silhouette of her body as she walks, knowing that she is alive with lust, and his cock grows hard... she returns as he once again admires the fullness of her breast, the firm roundness of her ass, as she hands him a fresh drink.... they drink and chat...mostly of the beauty of the stars, the night, and their love..... I rise, and walk over to the hot tub.... .noticing the vibrator sitting on the edge of the tub, I set the controls of the pool to spa, turn the heat on to warm the waters..... as I walk towards her beauty, I see she has left her heels on, oh how I love those legs draped in heels.... I kiss her and return to my seat.. drinking the wine, as I finish, she rises again, to get refills, he believes he is only drinking so quickly, so he can watch her body as she returns to the kitchen.. his cock responds once again to her silhouette, and beauty... they finish the wine, and walk over to the hot tub... ahhhh it is warm to the touch... they slide in together... adjusting the jets for strategic effect... they embrace and kiss.... running their hands over each others bodies.... I reach for the vibrator, and begin to tease your pussy with it, as the jets of the tub tease your other parts.... your head rest backwards, as your hips rise to greet the vibration of the vibrator..... your eyes roll back in your head, your heart beats in rhythm to the thrusting of your body... I work the vibrator to tease and please..... your body releases in orgasm..... I continue...working the vibrator to tease and please some more..... you want to stop.. but I continue... you manage to slide your body which is convulsing in pleasure, out and on to the edge of the tub.... I seize the moment spreading your legs, and diving in with my tongue... the pleasure of the darting tongue drives you over the edge once more as you fall limp, back into the tub.... I hold you knowing of your weakness.. I stare into your eyes and "Thank you" for the love you give me.. Thank You You have been so good to me. So amazing. I wish you were here so I could thank you. Really thank you. I think first I would just give you a light kiss on your lips -- just lips to lips, gentle and soft. I would give you a trail of these soft kisses across your cheek until I could whisper in your ear. "Please take off your clothes," I would breathe in your ear. "Let me thank you." I would stand back and watch you as you undressed, stepping closer every now and then to give a little kiss to various parts of your body. When your shoulder became visible I would stop you so that I could lick your collarbone. Trail my tongue across your skin. Falling back I would let you get your shirt off before licking and nibbling on your nipples. Just your nipples. My hands would skim across your firm belly. Backing away I would allow you to take off your pants. Your small, toned butt would need to be touched and held. Your thighs would need small kisses. Finally you would be standing before me completely nude. "Get on the bed I want to taste you." I would watch you get on the bed and lay down on your back. I would look at your sexy body and then trail my fingertips over you. Gently fluttering my fingers all over your body. Always just missing your pussy. Then I would lean down and flick each nipple with my tongue. Just a quick lick across the top. Then I would go up and trail kisses from your face, down your body, until I'm at your pussy. Then I would push your legs apart firmly, authoritatively so that you are open to me, ready for my mouth, tongue, and lips. I would breathe in your tantalizing scent. Your smell that is so intoxicating. So delicious. Leaning in, I would give your pussy a small kiss. "Don't move," I would tell you. Kneeling over you, I would place one hand on your stomach and placing just one finger of my other hand on your pussy lips. I would barely push my finger into you -- just enough to get a little wetness. With a Cheshire smile, I would stand up and bring my finger to my mouth to taste you. Oh I know how good you would taste. Just thinking of your flavor, your taste, I want to do more than just thank you. So much more. Now that I have put the wetness from your pussy in mouth I would be very uncomfortable in my own clothes. They would have to all come off. Naked and aroused, I would come back to kiss you again. These kisses would be more demanding, more possessive. "You taste so good," I would breathe into your mouth. "I love the smell and taste of you. May I please eat your beautiful pussy?" I would ask you after a few hard kisses. After you say yes, and you would say yes, I would kiss more firmly down your body. Now I would give more attention to your breasts. One hand would tease and fondle a breast while I lick and suck on the other. I would switch back and forth, getting your nipples hard and excited. Next I would trail licks and kisses down your stomach until I was back at your pussy. I would be kneeling between your spread legs, your pussy open and ready for me and I would lean down and breathe in your intoxicating aroma. "You smell so damn good," I would whisper up at you, before giving a long lick from bottom all the way to your clit. Then I would gently start licking and sucking on your pussy. As you start to respond to me I would get more intense and harder in my licks and kisses and tonguing- and when you really need your clit sucked on hard...I would step back, spread your legs even further apart and push my cock into you, filling you as deep as I can. I would stop moving and just hold myself there. And then slowly pull almost all the way out. And then push ever so slowly back in. All the way in. I would build up momentum, pushing your legs even further apart, towards your head so that I have complete and full access to the deepest part of your pussy. And then after building up so that I have a nice hard rhythm going, I would pull out, but still making sure your legs are spread apart. I would quickly go back to eating you out -- but this time not gentle. Pushing my tongue deep inside of you. Long, hard tongue lashings. Flicking your clit with my tongue. Sucking your clit into my mouth and nipping it. Eating you until you cum hard. Then I would crawl up, give you a nice kiss. "Thank you."